That line is rivaled by last month's door-to-door guy who was selling front stoop cleaner (at 9:30 p.m.). He called Dave, "the king of the house." I was the queen, natch.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Door to door
My neighborhood is a mecca for door-to-door sales people. A couple weekends ago, a guy selling high-speed internet showed up at my door and asked me if my parents were home. Say what?
That line is rivaled by last month's door-to-door guy who was selling front stoop cleaner (at 9:30 p.m.). He called Dave, "the king of the house." I was the queen, natch.
That line is rivaled by last month's door-to-door guy who was selling front stoop cleaner (at 9:30 p.m.). He called Dave, "the king of the house." I was the queen, natch.
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3 comments:
You should change your blog to ridiculous things said to me in my home or on the bus.
Haha! Nice.
Amanda - Now that's an idea! Seriously considering it.
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